Dan, Heather, Jeremiah, Emma, Claire, Levi, Josie and baby Jane

Friday, September 30, 2016

Original CT scan of the fracture of T7 vertebra. Bone fragments are pressing into the spinal canal, compressing the spinal cord.

Dr. Muchiri did excellent work stabilizing his spine.

On my first day of work at Kijabe Hospital, I met a
20-year-old patient named Samuel, who had been involved in a terrible
motorcycle accident resulting in a burst fracture of his T7 thoracic
vertebra.When he first presented to Kijabe
(one week after the accident), Samuel was completely paralyzed from the abdomen
down, without any motor and minimal sensory function in his lower extremities.One of my new partners, Dr. Muchiri, had
performed a decompression with posterior instrumented fusion from T4-T10 so
that the patient could at least mobilize to a wheelchair.Now, when I first met him, more than two
weeks from his initial injury, Samuel was recovering from his surgery, and
physiotherapy was beginning to work with him, teaching him how to live as a person
with a new, permanent spinal cord injury.

Samuel’s affect was quite flat when I first met him, no
doubt secondary to the realization that he would never walk again.Spinal cord injuries in Kenya are at best,
significantly challenging (as there are no disability provisions or laws in
Kenya) and at worst, a “death sentence” (as patients, neglected by family and
friends, often succumb to pneumonia, infected bedsores, or urinary tract
infections).My heart went out to Samuel
as I was examined his legs, confirming that he was indeed paralyzed.After my examination, I offered to pray for
him, and he readily accepted.I prayed
simply that God would meet him in a meaningful way, and that he would be able
to function well with his new condition.

Upon returning from a 3-day trip to Singapore for an
orthopaedic training course, while rounding on patients in the morning, the
team came to Samuel’s beside, and he was beaming.“Anything new with Samuel,” I asked, hoping
that he had gotten his wheelchair, and was progressing on schedule with therapy.“Yes,” said Dr. Otido, rather dispassionately.“He started
walking about three days ago."“What?” I said, looking searchingly at the team, entirely puzzled, as I had never
seen, nor heard of a patient who made a complete recovery more than two weeks after such a spinal cord injury.“Come
again…you said he’s walking?!” I asked with emphasis.“Yes,” said Dr. Okello,
the orthopaedic resident.“He’s been
walking with crutches.”Bewildered, I went
to Samuel’s bedside to examine him myself.I couldn’t believe what I was seeing… he had full sensation in both
extremities, and was moving his legs, feet and toes as if he had never been
injured (all the while smiling broadly).I looked back at the team, and said, “This is a complete miracle!There is no other way to explain this
medically!”Now Dr. Okello was the one
looking puzzled.“Daktari, you know…these things happen at mission
hospitals,” he replied.“Indeed,” I said,
still amazed that I had witnessed a modern day miracle.Later, I came to Samuel, and encouraged him
with the truth that Jesus had heard our prayers and healed him.He fully agreed and affirmed that he was a
believer, a member of the Presbyterian Church in Kenya.

As I have processed Samuel’s case (myself and with other
physicians), I am convinced that we have been privileged to witness a true
miracle.There is absolutely no way to explain
it medically.While recovery after
such spinal cord injuries can occur, it is usually minimal (e.g. slight improvement in sensation by a level or two), especially in
those who have demonstrated almost complete neurologic deficit for
an extended period of time after initial injury.But should I be so surprised?Is
anything too difficult for the One who in perfect wisdom created something as
complex as the spinal cord?Surely, “Who
is like you, Lord God Almighty? You Lord, are mighty, and your faithfulness
surrounds you.” Psalm 89:8.

Thanks for all your prayers and support which
has sustained us over the years, and enables us to continue partnering with you in
Kenya!

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Our home at Tenwek which we newly remodeled. We are thankful that our friends, Will and Alisa Copeland (neurosurgery) will be living in it for the next two years.

The heaviest item - an old piano which was given to us when we packed our container in 2013.

The core crew gathering strength for the move...sausages, chapati, samosas and chai...breakfast of champions.

Moving in Africa was quite the experience...despite the potholes and last 8 km of bumpy dirt roads, only one item broke during the process...a single coffee mug! Check out the video Dean Cowles made of the move!

Kijabe means "place of the wind."

Not only is it windy, but cold here as well. Josie and Jane both wear double sleepers at night.

Kingfisher, the apartment at Kijabe. We now know why God placed us here originally...so we would have a place of stability for our little girls during the chaos of packing and unpacking.

We also placed Claire and Levi temporarily in the dorms at RVA while we made this transition.

Sand Grouse, our new house at Kijabe. 6 bedrooms and fully adequate for our family (and visitors!).

The view of the Great Rift Valley from our living room.

The quad which we imported in our container in 2013 has been HUGELY useful here at Kijabe.

Last week, our family moved from Tenwek to Kijabe, (our 21st
move since Heather and I were married in 1995).By far, this was our most challenging, not just because of the logistics
of planning and executing a household move in Africa, but because we said
goodbye to the place we poured our hearts and lives into the past 7+ years
since first arriving in 2008.And the
tears flowed freely last week, as God allowed us to feel deeply the grief of
loss as we said goodbye to our dear fellow missionary and Kenyan friends, and
the place our kids called “home.”

At the same time, we sensed God’s mighty hand of sovereign
direction, despite moments of severe doubt, wondering if we had made the right
decision for our family.When we first
arrived at Kijabe, the apartment to which we were assigned (called Kingfisher) had
black mold growing on the ceiling tiles, and within a few minutes of being
inside, Claire, Levi and I all experienced significant allergic reactions.We knew that we were not going to be able
stay long term in this house, so we asked Kijabe if anything else was
available.As housing is in short demand
at both Tenwek and Kijabe, they confirmed that Kingfisher was it.

The following day, while visiting the Smith family (with whom
Claire lived while she was at RVA for her 8th grade year), we met
the Smith kids’ grandparents, Mike and Rose Matlak who were visiting from the
states.Dr. Mike is a pediatric surgeon
who has worked at Kijabe several times over the years, and was instrumental in
starting the peds surgery program here.Ironically (sovereignly), 20 years ago, while Heather and I were living
at Trinity Evangelical Divinity School, when Jeremiah was just a baby, we had
Mike and Rose over for dinner (long story), and Mike was very instrumental in
convincing me to pursue a career in medicine.

After sharing with Rose about our situation with housing,
she mentioned that she knew of a house at the nearby Moffat Bible College that
might be available to rent.“It’s very
near the Smith’s house, and has 6 bedrooms,” she said.“It would be just perfect for your
family.”Excitedly, I contacted the housing
administrator from Moffat, but she informed me that it would not likely be
available, as another missionary family (also friends of ours) were currently renting
the house (called Sand Grouse) for a few weeks while getting their three
children in boarding school at RVA.Steve
and Sharon were preparing to return to their place of ministry in Central
African Republic and were debating whether to continue renting the house into
the future, as a ‘home base’ for their family and for other team members with
them in CAR.

About a week later, while attending new student/parent
orientation at RVA, we saw the Steve and Sharon, and they informed Heather and
I that they had decided not to rent the house, and later that day, the Moffat
housing administrator called to let us know that the house was ours until July,
2017.However, because the house was
completely unfurnished, we would need to move our entire household from Tenwek,
a task that seemed completely impossible to us, especially with two little
girls at home who require full-time attention.But with the help of faithful Kenyan friends and missionary colleagues
who sacrificed time and effort to help in the process, it couldn’t have gone
more smoothly.

So now, Heather and I are in the process of setting up our
21st home. While we are
excited to see what God has in store for us as a family here at Kijabe, we also
carry with us a feeling of sorrow, and more deeply, a longing for our unchangeable,
eternal home, which awaits us in heaven.We are convinced that this paradoxical bitter-sweetness is part of
following Christ.God never promised any
of us that a life of faith would be without pain.But, there is a reward that awaits us now,
and in the end, as we continue in faith - that reward being Jesus Christ
himself, our Greatest Treasure, our constant Companion and Friend, our Savior
and God, our only Hope.